And when you look
Into her eyes you can’t
See death. Rivers of
Laughter and life
Instead.
Her eyes are blue
Like the ocean.
- A.A.
August Poetry 2015
poetry
It is ok
Heavy heart
Do not be sad
It is ok.
Do not cry
Do not be mad
You will be fine.
It is never too late
To start over
Try again.
It is never too late
To start hoping
For a better day.
It is ok.
You will be ok.
- A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Soulless Money
Who speaks empty words,
Trying to be heard
The hollow taste of mold
And the cold, it shivers through
My body.
I taste and sing the words
Of the lovely worlds you engulf,
Hoping you like the taste of
Ripped apart hearts and salty tears
Of people with a name.
People have a name,
Those people have a name,
They had a home, they have a heart
You are so hard, frozen money,
Your soulless money.
– A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Grow up to be you?
The words written with white ink on
White paper, blank spaces
Between the how and why.
Grow stronger, grow faster,
Grow richer and never forget
To be yourself.
Be an individualist and follow no rules,
But don’t you dare to act a little different
But be the best.
Find your niche.
Be yourself,
Among the rest,
Be yourself
Come first, have succes
Between the rest.
A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Dye or Die
December 21
Winter is starting
Cold outside
Cold inside
Thoughts with mold inside
Thoughts that fight inside
Thoughts don’t die inside
I die inside
Couldn’t hide my tears
When I cried inside
I cried inside
Need a flame to fight
Need a fire to live for
Don’t want to get sore
Anymore
Don’t want that false hope
Like dope to my veins
Anymore
Anymore
I die inside
Burning the match for nothing isn’t my thing no more
No more
Need the heat
Need the heat
Need a warm strong
Heartbeat
I try
To dye
Winter
With fire
Watching
The demons
Cry
In the flames
Cry in the flames
Demons cry in the flames
– A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Fata Morgana
Her eyes are like rivers
In this dried out land build on doom
I want to swim against the stream
To find the only thing that will bloom
Mirage in her eyes
-A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Hide
She fight
Insecurities
With a mask
Of nonchalance
She hides
Boundaries
With a decent
Toothpaste smile
She does care
But shows whatever
Don’t know why
She doesn’t cry
In public
She builds up walls
So high
Afraid to fall
So hard
For life
A faceless shell
Till forever
– A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Little Lights
It was dark already. Lights along
The boulevard, we walked, not long,
Not far from eachother, felt the heat of
Your slightly sun burnt skin, only the beat of
Our we-are-far-from-home-and-in-love hearts.
The reflection of the moon and the stars
On the water and the glimpse of a falling
Star, made us philosopic about the reflection of light,
About being so small in the universe, about life,
About love and that night
We made love like there was no tomorrow,
Like we wanted to claim
the universe as ours
To make sure the stars would
Forever scream our names.
I would fight
for another night
like that.
That night
we were writing our story
In little lights.
– A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Over
Kan het haast niet geloven,
Heus wist wel dat je niks kon beloven,
Deed je ook niet, sloot mijn ogen,
Zo was het ik die mij bedrogen.
De pijn zal vast wel verzachten,
Kan niks anders verwachten,
Wil ik ook niet, wil nog steeds,
Liefde liefde liefde liefde liefde.
Geloof dat alles anders kan,
Niet beter, maar verder, verman
Ik mijzelf en niet enkel boos of verdriet,
Maar vergeet mij niet, vergeet mij niet.
A.A.
August Poetry 2015
Mom
1. Mom, the first time your heart shattered, you must have been so young. So unknowing yet and not as strong. I guess you have always felt betrayed, right from the start. Your soul way to old for this, heavy weight in your heart.
2. When I see you I have two thoughts. I love you for being a mom, being my mom, being there when I need you the most. But at times it is hard, you loose your guard and I become your life mentor instead of your daughter.
3. If you are going to break, shatter. Show me all those broken pieces. Tell a story at every hurting part. Sometimes you have to break down to fully grow whole, to set yourself free.
4. Maybe no one ever told you that you are just good the way you are. You always think you have to swallow all the sadness. All your sadness. Disguise your scars. Get yourself together. Stay strong. By yourself. Alone.
Please don’t hide the scar, the pain, even if it remains. It is ok. Don’t run away.
Maybe no one ever told you that you are good just the way you are. Or maybe one did told you, but you forgot to tell yourself.
– A.A.
August Poetry 2015
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